Seasons Change

Let’s talk Fashion week… and why I have no business being anywhere near it.

I’ve decided to do a week of posts that are all Fashion Week related.  The collections, the trends, the buzz, and the parties – it’s all up for my warped interpretation over the next few days. Please be aware before reading any further, that they will contain no credible fashion advice whatsoever, nor do I claim to have any idea what I'm talking about at any particular point of any post. Capeesh? Alright then!

Firstly, I want to talk seasons. I tend to have a bit of an identity crisis when it comes to dressing for them. We’ve got Spring/Summer and Autumn/Winter… easy, right? Led by the many blogs/magazines/picture agencies that I frequent on a daily basis, you'd think I’d have it all (Most? Some? A Little?) sussed out – but I don’t.

Living in Scotland, we need to use the term ‘summer’ loosely anyway, but there's enough of a shift in temperature for people to feel like they can walk around town in beach wear, if the season calls for it. I'm not sure if I favour A/W for all its layers and richer fabrics, or because I dig it’s darker, more sultry colours – but I'm always more excited about seeing what’s on offer later in the year. A little too excited, perhaps. Winter comes and goes and suddenly spring is upon us - but all I can think about is where I'm going to find my next favourite jumper in this vast sea of pastels and summer vests. This is nothing to do with body confidence, or the need to drown myself in layers, no, no! Because I guarantee, come the brisk chill of winter, I'll be putting my feelers out for everything from maxi skirts to pretty lace tops to ice cream cones (that’s not so much a summer thing, more of a I love ice cream thing…).

My point being, I'm pretty backwards when it comes to dressing for the season. I might start a new craze… Spring/Autumn, Summer/Winter.

Thoughts from the Frow?

Source: cinemagraphs.com/nyfw

Nailed it.